Chapter 11 - The Envelope on the Kitchen Table
The kitchen clock said 9:04 when the caseworker set the envelope down. It was white and flat and sealed with a strip of tape that said VOID if you peeled it wrong. She laid it in the middle of the table like it was something heavy, even though it wasn't. Marcus was already standing there, his hands flat on the back of a chair. Lily sat next to me, her pink dress from yesterday swapped for a soft yellow one, but her bow was still the same pale pink. The bodyguard was by the far counter, not saying anything. I held my bear against my chest with both arms. Its ear was pressed to my cheek.
The caseworker didn't open it right away. She asked if we were all ready. Marcus nodded once. His silver watch caught the morning light coming through the window over the sink. Lily looked at me and then at the envelope and then at me again.
"I have to read this exactly as written," the caseworker said. Her voice was even. She slid her finger under the flap and tore it clean. She pulled out two folded pages clipped together. She didn't let anyone else touch them.
She unfolded the first page and cleared her throat. "Result of paternity analysis. Alleged father Marcus Blackwell. Child Emma..." She paused to make sure she said my last name right. She didn't. She just said Emma. "Probability of paternity: 99.99 percent. Conclusion: Mr. Blackwell cannot be excluded as the biological father of the child. He is the biological father."
She read the second line just as flat. "Sibling analysis, Lily Blackwell and Emma. They share a biological father. They are paternal half-sisters."
The kitchen got quiet. The refrigerator hummed behind us. I could hear the tick of the clock over the stove. I didn't understand the numbers. I knew 99 was almost all of it, but I didn't know what probability meant. I squeezed my bear tighter because the caseworker was looking at me like she was waiting to see if I cried.
Lily whispered, "We have the same daddy?"
Marcus didn't answer right away. He breathed in slow through his nose and I saw his shoulders rise and hold. His mouth was a straight line. His eyes got wet but he didn't wipe them. He just stood there with his hands still on the chair, knuckles a little white. A muscle in his jaw moved once. Then he let the breath out.
I held my bear even closer to my chest. The fur was warm where I'd been holding it.
"Does that mean," I said, and my voice was small, "that Lily looks like me because we have the same daddy?"
Lily reached over and put her hand on my arm, right above where I was holding the bear. She didn't grab the bear itself. She knew not to.
The caseworker folded the pages again. She said, "Yes, Emma. That's what the science says. You and Lily have the same father. That's why you look alike."
I looked at Marcus. He still hadn't moved from behind the chair. His eyes were on me, and they were red at the edges. He blinked slow. I remembered the park, how he had crouched down so his face was level with mine, how his hands had been near his knees and he didn't try to touch me right away.
He pushed the chair in a little and came around the table. He didn't rush. He bent at the knees the same way he had under the oak tree, until his eyes were even with mine. I could see the faint stubble on his face and the small tattoo on his hand where his watch sat. He kept his hands near his knees, not on me.
"Hey," he said quietly. His voice was a little rough. He swallowed. "That's what it means."
I didn't know what to say to a daddy I didn't know I had. My mom had never said his name. She had a picture in our apartment in a drawer, but she said he lived far away. I thought maybe that was just a story she told so I wouldn't ask.
"My mom died three months ago," I said, because I didn't know what else you were supposed to say when someone was your dad. It was the same thing I'd told him in the park.
He nodded. Tears slid down his cheek but he didn't make a sound. He breathed in again, slow.
"I know," he said. "Thank you for telling me that day."
The caseworker put the papers back in the envelope and slid it toward Marcus. He didn't pick it up yet. He stayed crouched, looking at me and at Lily, back and forth.
Lily leaned in closer. "We're sisters," she said to me, smiling with her mouth closed at first, then bigger. "Real sisters."
I nodded. I didn't let go of my bear. I pressed it hard against my dress. "We are?"
"We are," the caseworker said, softer now. "Half-sisters. Same dad. The court will recognize Mr. Blackwell as your legal father, Emma. That changes the next step. We can ask a judge for emergency custody and to make a finding about how you were left in the park."
Marcus finally reached for the envelope. His hand wasn't steady. He tucked it against his leg and then looked back at me.
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"Is it okay if I stay right here for a minute?" he asked. "Just like this?"
I nodded. He stayed kneeled at the table while the clock ticked to 9:07. Lily kept her hand on my arm, and I kept my bear against my chest, and nobody told me to put it down.
